A deer trail tapers
to a dead end.
No view of the harbor, nor of the ocean.
Such a small island,
I must be somewhere.
Surrounded by tall pines
and a soft carpet of brown needles.
I’ve been lost in these woods before,
following a thinning path
as the thicket closed behind me.
There’s a field to the east,
through the brambles and low branches.
in the middle of nowhere,
than the familiar landscape
of my home
where I rail against the obstructed view,
not content to leave to faith
the promise of a grassy clearing.
A month ago, upon leaving the hospital tending to Raquel, Tim, our youngest says: “You know dad, you and mom have had a good and long run of it. Isn’t time to move over?” OK, and that applies even more to Monhegan Commons. It is time to turn it over to the next generation…. no hurry, as happens naturally.
If you can envision the next evolution of “the commons” and are interested in finding out more about what’s involved, write to me, email@example.com.
Yes, it has been a good and long run with Monhegan Commons, thanks to Jim, Marjorie, and most of all you. Thanks to all.
Do you have any Monhegan Wedding photographs that you would like posted? Doesn’t have to be your wedding (assuming the participants are ok with the postings). Send them to firstname.lastname@example.org with Island Wedding in the subject line before the first of the year.